As the crowd continued to buzz with excitement, the anticipation for the upcoming round built like a wave about to break. Azmodeus and Anna lingered near the edges of the arena, their attention split between the ongoing match and the approaching finals. The tension in the air was palpable, each competitor radiating a quiet intensity that settled heavily over the area.
Anna watched Azmodeus out of the corner of her eye. Since the last round, there'd been a subtle shift in him—a kind of sharpened focus she hadn't seen before. Even now, his gaze was intense, as if he could already see the unfolding of their final match. It just didn't make any sense to her… Even though she knew full well how powerful he was, why did it always seem like he was thinking as if in a different world?
"Azmodeus," she said, breaking the silence, "you're not… nervous about the finals, are you?"
